1999

11. Love Is Still There

It was the dead of night, the clock ticking ominously as the darkness outside the cabin seemed to press in from all sides. Y/n was still tied to the chair, her body aching from the hours spent in the same position. The fear had settled into a dull, constant ache in her chest, but the tears had long since dried on her cheeks. The room was eerily quiet, save for the soft sound of her labored breathing and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards.

Five had removed the duct tape from her mouth some time ago, but the relief was short-lived. He hovered behind her now, his presence looming like a shadow as he kissed the side of her neck. His lips were soft against her skin, but the tenderness was overshadowed by the terror that gripped her heart. She trembled beneath his touch, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out, any way out.

"Please, Five... just stop," Y/n whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, let me go..."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Five's kisses trailed up and down her neck, his breath warm against her skin. "Shhh... It's okay, Y/n," he murmured, his voice disturbingly calm, as if nothing was wrong. "You're safe with me."

She whimpered again, trying to squirm away from his touch, but the ropes held her firmly in place. Five's hand snaked around to the front of her dress, his fingers brushing over the fabric before he began to squeeze her breasts, his grip firm and possessive. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip to keep from crying out, but she couldn't stop the sob that escaped her throat.

"Please... don't do this," she begged, her voice barely more than a whisper. She hated the way her voice shook, hated how powerless she felt, but there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Five only responded by biting down on her neck, hard enough to send a sharp jolt of pain through her body. Y/n let out a small cry, her body jerking in the chair as she tried to pull away from his teeth. The pain was enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Y/n," Five whispered against her skin, his voice low and dangerous. "This is what you need... what we need."

He continued to rub and squeeze her breasts through the fabric of her dress, his touch rough and invasive. Y/n's body shook with silent sobs, her tears finally breaking free and rolling down her cheeks. Every time she tried to plead with him, to ask him to stop, he would bite her again, each bite sending another wave of pain through her body. It was as if he wanted to punish her for resisting, to show her that she was completely at his mercy.

"Please... please, stop," she whimpered again, her voice breaking. "Five, this isn't love... This isn't right..."

Five paused for a moment, his hands stilling on her chest as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "This is what love is, Y/n," he said softly, almost as if he was trying to convince himself as much as her. "This is what I do because I love you... because I want to protect you."

Y/n couldn't hold back the sobs any longer. She broke down, her body shaking as the tears flowed freely, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She had once loved him, once trusted him, but now she didn't even recognize the man standing behind her. All she could do was cry and hope that somehow, some way, this nightmare would end.

Five slowly walked around the chair, his footsteps echoing ominously in the dimly lit cabin. He crouched down in front of Y/n, his eyes scanning her tear-streaked face. He reached out, gently cupping her cheeks in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears that continued to fall. His touch was soft, almost tender, but it only made her sob harder.

"Don't cry, Y/n," he whispered, his voice low and coaxing. "You should be happy. We're together now, like we were always meant to be."

Y/n couldn't bring herself to respond. She didn't have the strength to argue with him, to try and reason with the man who had once been her lover but was now a stranger—someone terrifying and unrecognizable. The fear and despair had completely overwhelmed her, leaving her a trembling, sobbing mess. She turned her face away, trying to avoid his gaze, but he held her chin, forcing her to look at him.